Doc Holliday is dead
And his pistols silent
Over the icy ground the coffin moves;
Nowadays, no-one knows where.
It's enough to say this:
Try only to recall
How well you knew him, once and always,
Beneath it all, the human.
Forget the gunslinger,
As well, the gambler.
Only remember desperation
At inevitable death.
He waited fifteen years
To keep that engagement.
It's enough to drive a man insane,
If he's any sense at all.
He died alone. Remember that-
Doc Holliday is dead,
Under sheets, and Death was a long time
Coming, and unmerciful.
It's too late now for Doc,
With bygones now long gone.
The man's in a unmarked backyard grave;
Doc Holliday is dead.
Well. It was midnight on OK Corral day (26 October) and I couldn't sleep... I just kept thinking how unfair and weird it was that all the people I so admire are dead - and I cranked this out.